Part 1
It's a fetish night in bar. As a gay leather uniform enthusiastic, I don't wanna lose it, even though I'm currently single and just watching couples of leather dudes making out and sometimes, witness fews sex scene in the bathroom, but I myself didn't have any chance. Sure there's a lot of cute and hot leather dudes here, even some of them flirted with me, but I never get the "click". I'm a pretty short guy, 5'5, black hair, half southeast asian half Italian, ex-runner with have a bit toned muscles, and stubble beard. I'm not considered myself attractive, still I won't deny the fact that lots of people called me cute.
This night I'm going with my bestie and roommate Juan, an ex-marine Hispanic guy. I met him in the immigration office with his parents 8 years ago, we both immigrants. Juan isn't really into leather, but he's a pup, there's a pups and handlers night too. We're separated in the bar for awhile, now I'm here sitting with my strong Mojito in my hand, sitting on the barstool, in my black leather jacket zipped halfway, showing my black leather button up shirt and black leather tie, tight black leather pants with cross-patterned pad on both outer sides, and tall leather harness boots tapping following the music rhythm.
15 minutes passed, a leather guy is sitting next to me, ordering a cold stout. I look at him, he's a quite tall white guy, 5'9-5'10, thick dark brown beard, wearing the same type of jacket I wear unzipped, showing his shaped chest under the tight white T-shirt, black leather gloves holding phone and the bottle, with very tight black leather cop pants and tall shiny patrol boots. I'm staring at him in good 30 second scrolling through his phone while gulping his drink. I don't know why, something weird happen, heartbeat increases, I feel tingling sensation in my pants, is this the "click"?. The bartender noticed my dumb face staring, and "ahem!", he's a good friend of mine though.
I jumped a little, the guy looked at the bartender. "yes?" and glances at me a little, but somehow he stares at me too, and there it is, we're stare at each others' eyes for seconds. "looks like someone finally got a big night tonight" the bartender said, and he backs to the reality. "it's a bit awkward, isn't it?" he's chuckle a little. "yeah... It is" I'm blushing. He's smile, and pulling his hand "I'm Ron". "Mark" I shake his hand. We're having a small but deep conversation, he's an ex highway patrol on other state, he just resigned couple months ago and moved here, self employed as an artist. He was an orphan since baby, grown up in a countryside orphanage. I really feel sorry for him, "so, what's your reason resigned from the last job?" I ask. "I just can't help witnessing the accident scenes every week, severed and mangled bodies everywhe-" he stopped, holding his mouth, I get it, that's a very sensitive and graphic topic to talk to, but not for me. Besides leather fetish, I'm also a necrophilia, I don't really know how this was developed, but I just love to see severed head, legs, and arms while the clothes and footwear are still intact. So, watching a soldier dismembered and beheaded is a porn for me, and accident scenes are it too. Also, I was worked in funeral service before, no big deal. "no worries, I understand" my hand is now on his lap, almost reached his bulge on his pants.
He grabs my tie and pulls me, his lips is on mine. We taste each others salivas, breathe each others breaths, suck each others tongues, while grabbing each others bulge. We've making out for a good minute when Juan walks in wearing his black-green pup hood, white-black-gren singlet, green harness and white green Jordan, "someone please get them a room, awrooo". We stop, Ron signals us to get out the bar, I pay the drinks as Ron got outside first and tell Juan that I won't home until tomorrow. Ron and I go to his place with each others motorbike. My heart is pounding so fast.
We're arrived at Ron's apartment complex, we parked our bike on the residents parking lot. I'm about to pull off my black full face helmet when he lays his right arm on my shoulder, "keep it on, we might gonna use it" I can see him blinking behind the patrol helmet visor. I smiled. We're going inside the building to his flat on the 3th floor. He keeps his arm around my shoulder, and now my arm is holding around his waist from behind. Ron opens the door, I pull out my helmet as he walks inside first, it just pulled halfway when Ron grabs my arm and dragged me inside , my helmet falls on the doorway. He drops me off on the couch, and then he crawls on me, and then holding my head, kissing my lips. I hold his head too, enjoying every moment of us making out oh this couch. He whispers "fuck me hard, sir", "oh yeah, as you wish".
Suddenly he stands up, with embarrassed face, then said "um... Give me thirty minutes" then rushes to bathroom... I guess he needs to douching first, I chuckle and sit down. This flat is quite wide for one person, the kitchen is connected with the middle room and front door as one big room. There's bar stools near kitchen counter, no dining table. I see few folded easels and camera lenses scattered everywhere, and some acrylic and oil paint stained the wall, he's an artist so it makes sense, but where's the artworks? I'm sitting here for about 10 minutes, "How's it going there?" I'm shouting from the couch. "not clean yet" he shout back. I laughed and said "okay go on, I wanna get some drinks", I walked to the sink grabbing some tap water.
There's 2 bedrooms in this flat, one is beside the bathroom, behind the couch, one smaller room is beside the kitchen. I glance to the second room's door, it's opened a little, and I see a brown cowboy boots sticking out the room, I ignored it first until I see jean leg covered the boot shaft. Now I'm intrigued to see what inside. I opened the door slowly, it's really dark there, and I switch the light.
That's his working room, full of paintings and photographs, but what makes me surprised and aroused is, there's 7 silicone legs with footwear and pant leg attached, some of them have something like dried blood stains on it, I grab the cowboy booted silicone leg. And there's 2 medium size paintings, one is a severed head staring and lying on bark surface with something on his mouth, it looks like a severed cock. He still wearing an army helmet, his camo make up on his face and there's a leg lying right behind his head, with black combat boot and green camo pant. The second painting is two severed heads stacked on fence, facing each other and looks like they're kissing. One is wearing highway patrol helmet, another one is wearing marine cap. I'm stunned! My cock is pounding harder, while rubbing the booted leg on my hand, standing in the middle of this room.
"I'm done, Mark?" I hear Ron shouting outside, then I hear quick boot step, "Oh no!", he gasped on the doorway. I turn around, still holding the leg, seeing his face that turned white.
"I... I can explain..." he's stuttered. I'm smiling at him, "so, this is why you couldn't handle yourself while on crash scene, isn't it? Severed heads, legs?"
Quiet. Ten seconds. Then he nodded. I walk towards him, and smirk at him "You've got a right guy in front of you." I give the booted leg to him. He looks confused, but I landed my kiss on his lips. He drops the leg and hold my head, we walk to the bed.
We drop our bodies onto the bed. We're making out in our leather gears, tasting each other. I'm rubbing his back, feel his muscular body under the leather, and grabbing his cheeky butt, hard. Then, we stared at each other, looking deep in the eyes, and he says "cut my leg sir", "wait, what?". He grabs another silicone right leg with no footwear on it under the bed, "just pretend it, I'm not ready yet" he smiled. I pull off his right patrol boot, it smells awesome, then his thick grey sock, his pant leg, and underwear. I put the sock on the silicone leg. He watches me rubbing and licking his pretend severed booted leg, while he's jerking his meaty long cock off.
I give him the leg, and I proceed to pull my cock into his ass. He's moaning as soon as my cock fully inside. I fuck his ass while he's licking his boot sole, his legs is swinging on the air. We're cumming in the same time. I fall down on his body and kissing. "please make it happen one day" he whispered. I smiled, nodded and kiss him back with my cock still in his ass.
***
It's a fetish night in bar. As a gay leather uniform enthusiastic, I don't wanna lose it, even though I'm currently single and just watching couples of leather dudes making out and sometimes, witness fews sex scene in the bathroom, but I myself didn't have any chance. Sure there's a lot of cute and hot leather dudes here, even some of them flirted with me, but I never get the "click". I'm a pretty short guy, 5'5, black hair, half southeast asian half Italian, ex-runner with have a bit toned muscles, and stubble beard. I'm not considered myself attractive, still I won't deny the fact that lots of people called me cute.
This night I'm going with my bestie and roommate Juan, an ex-marine Hispanic guy. I met him in the immigration office with his parents 8 years ago, we both immigrants. Juan isn't really into leather, but he's a pup, there's a pups and handlers night too. We're separated in the bar for awhile, now I'm here sitting with my strong Mojito in my hand, sitting on the barstool, in my black leather jacket zipped halfway, showing my black leather button up shirt and black leather tie, tight black leather pants with cross-patterned pad on both outer sides, and tall leather harness boots tapping following the music rhythm.
15 minutes passed, a leather guy is sitting next to me, ordering a cold stout. I look at him, he's a quite tall white guy, 5'9-5'10, thick dark brown beard, wearing the same type of jacket I wear unzipped, showing his shaped chest under the tight white T-shirt, black leather gloves holding phone and the bottle, with very tight black leather cop pants and tall shiny patrol boots. I'm staring at him in good 30 second scrolling through his phone while gulping his drink. I don't know why, something weird happen, heartbeat increases, I feel tingling sensation in my pants, is this the "click"?. The bartender noticed my dumb face staring, and "ahem!", he's a good friend of mine though.
I jumped a little, the guy looked at the bartender. "yes?" and glances at me a little, but somehow he stares at me too, and there it is, we're stare at each others' eyes for seconds. "looks like someone finally got a big night tonight" the bartender said, and he backs to the reality. "it's a bit awkward, isn't it?" he's chuckle a little. "yeah... It is" I'm blushing. He's smile, and pulling his hand "I'm Ron". "Mark" I shake his hand. We're having a small but deep conversation, he's an ex highway patrol on other state, he just resigned couple months ago and moved here, self employed as an artist. He was an orphan since baby, grown up in a countryside orphanage. I really feel sorry for him, "so, what's your reason resigned from the last job?" I ask. "I just can't help witnessing the accident scenes every week, severed and mangled bodies everywhe-" he stopped, holding his mouth, I get it, that's a very sensitive and graphic topic to talk to, but not for me. Besides leather fetish, I'm also a necrophilia, I don't really know how this was developed, but I just love to see severed head, legs, and arms while the clothes and footwear are still intact. So, watching a soldier dismembered and beheaded is a porn for me, and accident scenes are it too. Also, I was worked in funeral service before, no big deal. "no worries, I understand" my hand is now on his lap, almost reached his bulge on his pants.
He grabs my tie and pulls me, his lips is on mine. We taste each others salivas, breathe each others breaths, suck each others tongues, while grabbing each others bulge. We've making out for a good minute when Juan walks in wearing his black-green pup hood, white-black-gren singlet, green harness and white green Jordan, "someone please get them a room, awrooo". We stop, Ron signals us to get out the bar, I pay the drinks as Ron got outside first and tell Juan that I won't home until tomorrow. Ron and I go to his place with each others motorbike. My heart is pounding so fast.
We're arrived at Ron's apartment complex, we parked our bike on the residents parking lot. I'm about to pull off my black full face helmet when he lays his right arm on my shoulder, "keep it on, we might gonna use it" I can see him blinking behind the patrol helmet visor. I smiled. We're going inside the building to his flat on the 3th floor. He keeps his arm around my shoulder, and now my arm is holding around his waist from behind. Ron opens the door, I pull out my helmet as he walks inside first, it just pulled halfway when Ron grabs my arm and dragged me inside , my helmet falls on the doorway. He drops me off on the couch, and then he crawls on me, and then holding my head, kissing my lips. I hold his head too, enjoying every moment of us making out oh this couch. He whispers "fuck me hard, sir", "oh yeah, as you wish".
Suddenly he stands up, with embarrassed face, then said "um... Give me thirty minutes" then rushes to bathroom... I guess he needs to douching first, I chuckle and sit down. This flat is quite wide for one person, the kitchen is connected with the middle room and front door as one big room. There's bar stools near kitchen counter, no dining table. I see few folded easels and camera lenses scattered everywhere, and some acrylic and oil paint stained the wall, he's an artist so it makes sense, but where's the artworks? I'm sitting here for about 10 minutes, "How's it going there?" I'm shouting from the couch. "not clean yet" he shout back. I laughed and said "okay go on, I wanna get some drinks", I walked to the sink grabbing some tap water.
There's 2 bedrooms in this flat, one is beside the bathroom, behind the couch, one smaller room is beside the kitchen. I glance to the second room's door, it's opened a little, and I see a brown cowboy boots sticking out the room, I ignored it first until I see jean leg covered the boot shaft. Now I'm intrigued to see what inside. I opened the door slowly, it's really dark there, and I switch the light.
That's his working room, full of paintings and photographs, but what makes me surprised and aroused is, there's 7 silicone legs with footwear and pant leg attached, some of them have something like dried blood stains on it, I grab the cowboy booted silicone leg. And there's 2 medium size paintings, one is a severed head staring and lying on bark surface with something on his mouth, it looks like a severed cock. He still wearing an army helmet, his camo make up on his face and there's a leg lying right behind his head, with black combat boot and green camo pant. The second painting is two severed heads stacked on fence, facing each other and looks like they're kissing. One is wearing highway patrol helmet, another one is wearing marine cap. I'm stunned! My cock is pounding harder, while rubbing the booted leg on my hand, standing in the middle of this room.
"I'm done, Mark?" I hear Ron shouting outside, then I hear quick boot step, "Oh no!", he gasped on the doorway. I turn around, still holding the leg, seeing his face that turned white.
"I... I can explain..." he's stuttered. I'm smiling at him, "so, this is why you couldn't handle yourself while on crash scene, isn't it? Severed heads, legs?"
Quiet. Ten seconds. Then he nodded. I walk towards him, and smirk at him "You've got a right guy in front of you." I give the booted leg to him. He looks confused, but I landed my kiss on his lips. He drops the leg and hold my head, we walk to the bed.
We drop our bodies onto the bed. We're making out in our leather gears, tasting each other. I'm rubbing his back, feel his muscular body under the leather, and grabbing his cheeky butt, hard. Then, we stared at each other, looking deep in the eyes, and he says "cut my leg sir", "wait, what?". He grabs another silicone right leg with no footwear on it under the bed, "just pretend it, I'm not ready yet" he smiled. I pull off his right patrol boot, it smells awesome, then his thick grey sock, his pant leg, and underwear. I put the sock on the silicone leg. He watches me rubbing and licking his pretend severed booted leg, while he's jerking his meaty long cock off.
I give him the leg, and I proceed to pull my cock into his ass. He's moaning as soon as my cock fully inside. I fuck his ass while he's licking his boot sole, his legs is swinging on the air. We're cumming in the same time. I fall down on his body and kissing. "please make it happen one day" he whispered. I smiled, nodded and kiss him back with my cock still in his ass.
***
